Page 111 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

The sudden contrast between sharp teeth and soothing tongue made her thighs clench together, an ache pooling low in her belly.

“Christian…” she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, gripping tight.

He growled against her skin, the sound vibrating through her body.

He dipped back down, his mouth tracing a path along the delicate curve of her throat. His lips pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses against her skin, followed by teasing flicks of his tongue. He sucked lightly, just enough to make her squirm, his breath hot against her damp flesh.

His hands slid down her sides, fingertips gliding over her trembling ribs before he caught her wrists, lifting them above her head. His weight pinned her down, leaving her exposed beneath him. She barely had time to catch her breath beforehis lips dragged lower, trailing across her collarbone, down the slope of her shoulder.

Then, his mouth found the sensitive hollow beneath her arm.

Ivy gasped, her body jolting at the unexpected sensation. Christian hummed in satisfaction, his tongue flicking experimentally against the soft, untouched skin. His lips followed, pressing wet, lingering kisses, savoring the delicate warmth of her body. He alternated between gentle nips and slow, deliberate licks, teasing her in ways she had never imagined.

A shudder ran through her, heat flooding her veins. “Chris—”

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, his tongue swirling against it as his grip on her wrists tightened.

“You’re so damn sensitive everywhere…” he murmured against her skin, his voice laced with hunger.

His mouth continued its slow, intoxicating path, moving downward, tasting, worshiping. Every kiss, every lick left her trembling beneath him, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

His hands tightened around her waist, his grip firm, possessive. His breath was hot against her flushed skin as he hovered over her, his darkened gaze filled with something wild—something that made her shiver in anticipation.

“Don’t make a sound,” he rasped, dragging his teeth over the swell of her breast, just enough to make her body jolt beneath him.

Chapter 38 Keep Quiet

Ivy barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. A strangled gasp tore from her throat, her back arching off the bed as his tongue flicked relentlessly, circling, teasing, then lapping over the sensitive bud like he wanted to consume her.

His other hand grasped her neglected breast, fingers kneading roughly, thumb brushing over the hardened peak before he pinched it between his fingers. She whimpered, her thighs squeezing together, desperate for relief from the pulsing ache between them.

"Christian—"

He growled low in response, his mouth sealing around her nipple again, sucking deep, his tongue swirling in merciless patterns. The wet sounds of his mouth working her filled the room, each flick of his tongue sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her body.

Then he bit down.

A choked cry escaped her lips, her body jerking at the sharp, delicious sting. He soothed the bite immediately, his tongue sweeping over the tender flesh, then sucking harder, drawingher deeper into his mouth as if he wanted to mark her from the inside out.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, yanking, but he only groaned in pleasure, his free hand sliding down to grip her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he ground himself against her, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him.

“Oh god!” she whimpered aloud.

"You’re too loud," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky. "Someone outside might hear you."

His voice was rough, breathless against her skin before he flicked his tongue again, dragging it over her swollen nipple before biting down once more, just hard enough to make her cry out, despite her attempts to suppress her voice.

Ivy gasped, her body trembling, lost in the pleasure coursing through her veins. He moved to the other breast, his lips closing around her with a hunger that made her dizzy, his hand still kneading the other, twisting, teasing, wrecking her completely.

His pace quickened, his mouth relentless—licking, sucking, biting—until her entire body felt like it was on fire, her skin hypersensitive to every flick of his tongue, every firm pull of his lips. She was trembling, panting, clawing at his shoulders, desperate for more, desperate for him.

“Ivy…” His voice was husky, thick with desire.

She gasped as his hand slid between her thighs, finding her damp with anticipation. His fingers traced over the delicate lace covering her, teasing, torturing.

Her head fell back against the bed as he pressed his knee between her legs, spreading them slightly. His lips found hers again, swallowing the soft sounds escaping her mouth.

“Keep quiet,” he murmured, his fingers slipping beneath her panties.

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